They rose the flag at the ballpark to half-mast. Joe DiMaggio must've died, again. I can see him, gracefully floating in the green, green grass, striped by the mower that criss-crosses it morning after morning.
The driver of the mower is from the Bronx, but he lives in Jersey now with his family, just getting by on the meager pay.
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masculine, yet sappy.
kinda sorta perfect, actually.
... i'm glad i refriended you. welcome to scattered.
People should read this.
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